...! blessed be the hour ! The timc, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt lhat moment in ils fullest power, Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and...deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day hymn stole aloft , And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem...

...hour.' The time, the clime, the spot, where 1 so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink to the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the iaint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves...

...heavenliest hour of Heaven is worthiest Uiet ! Ave Maria! blessed be the hour! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in...not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer. 'Ave Maria! 'tis the hour of prayer! Ave Maria! 'tis the...

...heavenliest hour of Heaven is worthiest thee ! Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth BO beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn...

...which Lord Byron has embodied in one of his best and purest moments, when he so beautifully says, — ' And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer." Mr Wordsworth's daily life in the bosom of his family, is...

...— " Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot where I so oft Have felt the moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth, so...dying day-hymn stole aloft. And not a breath crept theough the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves scem'd stirr'd with prayer." Not, we beg leave to say,...

...oft Have felt the moment in its fullest power Sinfi o'er the earth, so beautiful and soft, 'VVhile swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint...not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer." Not, we beg leave to say, that we are Roman-catholic, either...

...— " Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour I The time, the clime, the spot where I so oft Have felt the moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth, so beautiful and soft, While swong the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath...

...like snow in the glance of the Lord ! EVENING. ATE Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in...not a breath crept through the rosy air. And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer. Ave Maria! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the...

...heavy foliage ; its fragrance, for it was of cedar wood, stole gratefully over the tranced senses — " And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer." The next morning, before sunrise, I broke up my encampment...